Every Day I'm Shuffling

Day 134

Today I started work at 7.45am. With town on the horizon and a nice dinner for Bexs birthday you can imagine how slow time is going for me. Its 2.23pm and it feels like I've been at work for days. All I want is it to be 4.15pm so I can finish work and go home to where all my booze is. Yes I need booze. I run on booze and am running low therefore time is slowing down.

Aaaaaaaaaanyway! It has gotten to the point where I start to struggle half way through a 6" sub from subway. Consequently I have a quarter of 6" ham sub in my bag. My stomach is currently screaming "OMG I am so full! I hate you!" But don't worry my stomach always hates me. If its not "I'm full" its "I'm empty" or "Why are you feeding me?!" and sometimes "I'm vindictive and spiteful" *STAB STAB STAB* You don't even want to know what it screams when it teams up with my uterus *gives reader knowing look*

Serial Tum

Day 106

As always my stomach hurt today. It seems to be one of my stomachs favorite past times. That and being so full it hurts. Around 11.30am it really really hurt more than it had previously today. I felt like I was going to hurl or faint or who knows so I did the only thing had the option to do. Eat the hotcakes lovingly brought to me by Annysha. I don't usually like hot cakes. Or eat anything before 12. But I was only half an hour out and I already felt like I'd hurl so miraculously they helped. Now if my stomach was a person it would be muttering obscenities quietly to itself in the corner and shooting me dirty looks. A much better stomach than the one that was trying to kill me earlier.